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Faced with Qi Shengjun's blow from heaven and man just now, Jiang Tong didn't feel much.

But in the eyes of those veteran powerhouses, it was a different kind of shock.

With their cultivation base, if they want to control the power of heaven and earth, they must merge with this world, immerse themselves in it, and exert all their strength to control it.

But Qi Shengjun was understating, freely swaying, and everyone's realms were different, high and low.

"With every gesture, mastering the world, Qi Shigong is only half a step away from becoming a god."

Daoming's tone was excited, his eyes widened, and he stared at the center of the battle between the two.

Li Qingcheng and others were all shocked physically and mentally, and the feeling in their hearts was unspeakable.

Decades ago, everyone was still on the same starting line. Although there was a gap, it was not too big.

Today, Qi Shengjun's cultivation has reached the sky, and he has already left everyone too far.

Maybe it's hard to catch up in this life.

"Haha, come again!"

Qi Shengjun has not shot so heartily as today in decades.

Fighting intent boiled in his eyes, and then he embraced the void with his hands, as if closing a world between his palms.

This world is different from before.

Everyone in the world can feel that in this small world, there seems to be an invisible and powerful force that envelops everything.

It means that the vitality of the world around him is forcibly deprived by something.

"Don't panic, Qi Shigong is manipulating the world!" Li Qingcheng said in a deep voice.

Everyone was shocked.

In the void, the divine aura and vitality converge, forming a vast ocean and river across the sky.

It seems that it weighs hundreds of tons, as if the moment it is pressed down, even the top of the mountain under its feet will be smashed.

Jiang Tong watched this scene calmly.

Qi Shengjun is the one he has met who is closest to a martial arts god in terms of realm, strength, and spirit.

Today, in terms of his martial arts cultivation base, he has crossed half a step of transforming gods, and he can already be regarded as a true master of transforming gods.

It's just that the incompleteness of the realm makes such a deity look a little flawed.

"Qi Shengjun, you and I both know that blindly manipulating the power of heaven and earth will only make you more and more dependent on these things."

Jiang Tong said, using his palm as a knife, raised it above his head, and then slammed it down.

A bright blade glowed across the sky, emitting dazzling light, as thin as a cicada's wing.He slashed mightily at the vitality of heaven and earth gathered around Qi Shengjun.

There are almost no words to describe this knife, as if it has already surpassed human martial arts, comparable to the methods of immortals.

Qi Shengjun clapped his hands and laughed loudly:
"Jiang Xiaoyou, with your style, I believe you can kill the little witch god!"

With him as the center, the world within a radius of [-] meters seems to be under Qi Shengjun's control.

Within this hundred meters, Qi Shengjun would be invincible if he hadn't used the same means to fight back.

Although there is only one realm between Hejin and Huashen.

But this gap, like heaven and earth, children and adults, cannot be made up by any external force.

That's why in martial arts, there is a saying that under the Transformation God, all are ants.

No matter how strong a person is, he is still a body of flesh and blood with limited power.When confronted with the heaven and the earth, they appear too insignificant. When a mortal confronts the sky, the outcome is naturally predictable.

If Jiang Tong was just a real person of Hejin, facing Qi Shengjun, he would be beheaded by him within 3 minutes.

This is why Qi Shengjun looks down on Zhongzhou and dominates Huaguo's martial arts world.

From the beginning to the end, the sword was hanging from his waist, but he didn't draw it out.

A master of swordsmanship can drive his opponents into corners just by swiping at the sky and the earth, creating dangers all over the place.

If you pull out the sword at your waist, what's the deal?
In everyone's wide-eyed eyes, the golden sword light collided with the power of heaven and earth across Tianyu, accompanied by a loud bang.

The violent storm swept across, flying sand and rocks everywhere, and the fallen leaves and vegetation were shattered inch by inch, just like a typhoon passing through, leaving only a scar.

"Jiang Xiaoyou's martial arts are ingenious, and the old man has never seen them before."

Qi Shengjun showed approval and nodded slightly.

Jiang Tong said calmly:
"This is the martial arts of the immortal family. As a mortal, of course you have never seen it before!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Tong clenched his five fingers and slowly pulled out a simple fist.

At the moment when the fist is pulled out, everyone can clearly sense that the world seems to have stopped.

The surging vitality gathered frantically towards Jiang Tong's fingers, as if with this grasp, he held the whole world in his hands.

The vast power soared upwards, birds fled in the distance, and wild beasts scattered.

As if the next moment would trigger a catastrophe and earth-shattering reaction, even Qi Shengjun's face was extremely solemn, and he threw out more than ten Zhangzhang talismans with his sleeves.

The seal talisman exploded in the air, turning into strips of dark yellow aura hanging down.

Everyone immediately recognized the origin of these talismans.

"Ancient Wudang's One Qi and Three Cleansing Talismans!"

"The Mysterious Lightning Town Talisman of Heavenly Master Dao!"

"The mighty dragon of Buddhism..."

After the origins of the talisman seals were recognized, everyone was moved and lost their voices: "This goddamn Qi Shengjun is too rich, isn't he?"

Everyone's eyes were jealous, and they were about to burst into flames.

You must know that these things are precious treasures in those sects, and if you use one, you will lose one.

This old man throws out a dozen pieces at once, which is a waste.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Before the fist was released, a vision was caused, and Qi Shengjun lost his composure and opened his mouth.

Jiang Tong thought about it.

Answered:

"Fuyao Eight Styles, Fuyao Divine Fist!"

As soon as the word 'Fist' falls, Jiang Tong pushes out horizontally, the light of his fist spans the top of the mountain, and the surrounding wind blows up.Just like the name of a fist, it seems as if it wants to shake the sky and fly away.

Fengshen Chen Baijue, as well as Zhong Shili, including the adopted son of the little witch god, the one-eyed Dragon King, died under this punch.

The fierce and unshakable fist light came in shock, and for a moment, countless people at the foot of the mountain looked up.I saw a divine rainbow running across Dengshen Ridge, and suddenly shot into the void.

'hiss! '

People change color.

'boom! '

Immediately afterwards, there was an earth-shattering thunder explosion.

Those rich people who stayed at the foot of the mountain and did not leave, lost their hearing and eyes on the spot, and knelt down with their heads in their hands.

They finally understood why ordinary people were not allowed to go up the mountain to watch the battle.

I'm afraid that in a fight of this level, just the slightest influence can tear everyone into pieces.

At the top of the mountain, more than a dozen barriers condensed in front of Qi Shengjun were smashed by the fist light in an instant, and finally passed through Qi Shengjun's body, taking him several feet away.

However, the punch that was enough to kill the martial arts master just caused a trace of blood to flow from the corner of Qi Shengjun's mouth.

"Haha, happy!"

Qi Shengjun's white hair fluttered in the wind, the long sleeves of the Taoist robe bulged up, and the skin on his body gradually became crystal clear, like a jade casting.

"Treasure Body of Transformation God?"

Li Qingcheng and the others who were watching the battle from afar exclaimed.

The Transformation God Treasure Body is a sharp change in the physical body of a warrior when he enters the Transformation God. At this level, he will not be hurt by swords or guns, will not be submerged in water, and will not be invaded by fire.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, you punched me, how about I give you back!"

Qi Shengjun laughed, his hair danced wildly, and his spirit radiated.

He slashed down with his palm, and the endless sword energy enveloped Jiang Tong in all directions.

There were traces of blood all over Jiang Tong's body.

This is the first time he has been injured since returning to China.

Jiang Tong narrowed his eyes and looked at Qi Shengjun.

He is angry!